Title: Takeover (The Legacy Series, #1)
Author: Lana Grayson
Release Date: May 21, 2015
Genre: Dark Stepbrother Romance
A reckless sacrifice to protect a family legacy…
Kidnapped. Imprisoned. Ravished.
When tragedy stole my family, my father’s will mandated my future. I didn’t inherit Atwood Industries. I became the only one capable of protecting it.
Atwood Industries belongs only to a male heir, my heir. And my enemies—my own step-brothers—will stop at nothing to create a shared bloodline.
But they’ve made a mistake, and they’ll forever regret trying to control me.
Damned. Destroyed. Enthralled.
My family’s livelihood depended on acquiring the rival Atwood Industries and seizing the innocent woman bound within its terms of succession.
I never expected such a challenge from my step-sister.
I never thought I’d betray my own blood to protect her from the nightmare we began.
But if I don’t stop her, the woman I’m forbidden to love will be responsible for tearing apart the empire my family spent generations building.
He dared to kiss me.
Not a gentle, story-book kiss meant reassure my fears and redeem my trust in the man slinking into the overgrown forest to steal I wasn’t prepared to give.
Not a passionate, lust-crazed demand that would fuel our desire and trap us both in the carnal urges and natural cravings that existed only within the wilds.
Nicholas kissed me because I was his. He was my captor. Everything his family promised and everything he threatened would come true.
His lips crushed mine with a ragged, possessive heat. My body pinned against the tree as he slammed my wrists hard into the bark. He forced one arm to my side and drew the other over my head. I struggled, but his nibbling, expert pressure against my mouth forced a gasp.
From my parted lips, he attacked. His tongue stole a flick against mine. I twisted against his hold.
And I was punished.
Nicholas pushed, trapping me against his body. I weakened in his power, amazed by the stirring unwanted sensations sizzling the tempted rapture over my skin.
Everywhere he touched burned—a fiery indignity and searing passion. He treated me with disrespect, and I seethed against the strength that so easily took my kiss.
The molten response bubbled inside me, folding and rising and taking me with more demands than his embrace.
My core tightened.
My legs trembled.
I hated him.
More than Reed or Max. More than Darius.
But my body betrayed everything sane and good and reasonable within my soul and blackened it with the corruption of the Bennetts. He held my hands. He pinned me. His strength moved against my petite frame as though he could break through me and the redwood with a single vigorous thrust.
I imagined his ferocity.
But Nicholas pulled away. His breath tore through his body just as ragged as mine. I struggled to smack him, but he didn’t release my hands.
I didn’t think he’d ever release me.
I wasn’t sure I wanted him to.
About the Author
Lana Grayson was born to write anything and everything to do with romance. Her favorite genres range from the dark and twisty to the lighthearted and sentimental—as long as the characters are memorable, the story is fun, and the romance is steamy. Lana lives in Pittsburgh with her husband, and, when she isn’t bundled in her writing chair, she’s most likely cheering on the Steelers or searching for the ‘Burgh’s best Italian restaurants.